The Ultimate Shit Show

I have 5 of the best friends a girl could ask for. I live with two of them (C1 & C2). The other three flew up to DC for a New Years reunion.

Two nights after New Years, we went out for a night on the town. The 6 of us did girl-dinner at Meskerem before meeting up with some of my law school friends, and interestingly enough SPP's roommate Sean (Roommate John stayed in, and SPP was out of town). We all started out at, where else? Millie & Al's. Jello shots abounded, and a few pitchers were shared. We moved onto Brass Monkey eventually and stayed there to dance the night away.

Being that we were a group of 6 ladies on the town and that we were bangin' hot that night, 3 of the girls ended up picking up 3 guys. We all headed back to late night it at Sean & John's, aka Puff Daddy's. John was already asleep, but Sean and I jumped in bed with him, and never left. The three of us stayed up late talking and playing never-have-I-ever. I ended up spending the night as the middle spoon between SPP's two roommates while he was out of town...a bit odd to say the least. So what'd you do last night, Elise? Oh, nothing, just spooned with a guy I used to date's two roommates.

So when I wake up in the morning and walk the 1.5 blocks home, I arrive to find one of my friends on the couch and a boy on our loveseat. I went upstairs, and upon opening the door to my room I realize my bed is currently occupied by a couple. So I turn around and sit down in the hall, not knowing whose room I can go into. At this point I'd had maybe 2 hours of sleep. Thankfully the friend in my room came out and I asked her which room I could go into. I went into the only room occupied by two ladies, and we all started the debriefs...

We had one friend hook up with a guy in my bed. We had another friend hook up with a guy on our loveseat in front of the friend on the couch, only to leave him around 5 in the morning. And we had another friend who successfully baited and switched a guy onto a different of the girls by the end of the evening. At one point in the morning we were sitting on the stoop debriefing the evening, and I said the famous last words, "I think last night was the epitome of the phrase 'shit show.'" Little did I know the reality of that sentence.

After the guys were effectively kicked out, I walked into my room for the first time since it was relinquished by the amorous couple and realized my TV was missing. As was my laptop. My heart sank. I ran downstairs, yelling at the girls that my stuff was missing, and then we horrifying found that all 3 of our laptops, my small TV, plus 3 iPods and $1000 worth of jewelry were gone. Welcome to DC.

The police came and fingerprinted and took a report. It must have happened while we were out in AdMo. Everyone was too drunk or in the midst of hooking up with their respective catches to notice that the things were missing when they all got in a 3am. And I was off playing middle spoon, so I wasn't around. It sucks. A Lot. Losing all the stuff, feeling violated, feeling unsafe. The roomies and I have had a tough transition since, but we're going strong. We have been able to laugh about the experience by calling our burglar the "hamburglar." We were robble-robble-robbled!

Needless to say, 1/3/09 will go down in infamy as The Ultimate Shit Show. At least until Inauguration happened.